Page 28 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Fancy doesn’t appeal to me,” he points out as if I’ve forgotten. “Comfy, safe, carries loads of fond memories… that’s all you need in a sectioned space to call it home.”

He lowers me back to the ground and doesn’t hesitate to reach over at the hidden compartment next to our townhome’s number to retrieve the second key.

“And those walls do just fine blocking out the sounds from inside,” he praises while he’s captivated by my stare.

I blink my eyes in a way that reels him right in.

With a grunt, he tips my chin up, my head back enough for him to kiss me as if he means it.

When it comes to Maddox, he always means his actions… and his words.

“Fuck, Mikayla,” he swears against my lips.

“Puck,” I correct and watch the hint of amusement that swarms his golden eyes.

“Daddy ain’t home, baby,” he reminds me as if I’ve forgotten. “We can swear whenever we want.”

“You’re partially right,” I voice and lean right into him.

His arm hooks around me as if he can’t help but touch me.

Our eyes are lost in one another before I encourage myself to finish my sentence.

To set our night on fire.

“Father won’t be here tonight,” I confirm. “Last time I checked, Daddy is standing right here.”

His eyes can’t get any darker.

My lips curl and I lean in to whisper as close to his ear as I can manage on my tiptoes.

“And his sweet girl earned a bit of spanking.”

“Fuck you have,” he grunts and has me over his shoulder before I can blink.

It makes me giggle as he opens my door, slams it shut, and is practically racing up the tiny stairwell.

Now I’m hysterical because I’ve never seen Maddox run up a flight of stairs so fast. It was as if he was doing his firefighter training all over again, only this was the Rated-R version without the heavy gear.

“Why didn’t you become a firefighter again, Daddy?” I teasingly ask as he climbs up my twinkling light ladder into the attic.

He walks me over to the bed, purposely making me dangle with his swaying movement.

“Did you want me to become one?” he asks instead.

“Honestly? Nah.”

Lowering me to the bed with a plop, he has his hands pressed on my sheets next to my thighs and is kissing me in a heartbeat.

“Why, baby girl?”

“I can’t handle the idea of you stripping in front of all those hot firefighters,” I truthfully admit and have his undivided attention.

He won’t appease me when his curiosity is far from satisfied.

“Scared I’ll get stolen away from some built fucker?”

“Oh, I’m not scared,” I voice just as tauntingly as his hooded gaze undresses me. “I know my Maddox can reel in all the hot guys with your shiny cock.”

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